Naturally, the more uncommon demons had never felt what they were feeling at this moment. It wasn't just a widespread problem; it was the worst of all...
Mass Genocide.
The bodies of those poor demons went completely numb. All they could feel in that situation was... fear. It was everything they could feel—a paralyzing fear, the most primal sensation of all... terror... the unbridled despair incited by a single man.
It wasn't that they hadn't seen cruelty before. In fact, the life of a common demon was simple... They existed amidst cruelty, smelled the stench of evil every day, and they committed evil acts themselves. The outskirts of the demon world saw horrors aplenty—a father killing his own daughter to eat her flesh. But why... why was it so shocking for just one man to explode the heads of a few demons?
Even they didn't know. In truth... no one knew.
